Xu Ying looked up towards the source of the sound and saw about ten adult tiger martens lining up in a single file, hunched over and climbing towards her.
When tiger martens move in groups, they usually line up like this, quite orderly.
The leading tiger marten had glossy, sleek fur, with a large light brown pattern on its back that looked like a mink coat, exuding the aura of an aristocratic lady.
It glanced at the little tiger martens, then swept its eyes over Xu Ying, straightened up and put its hands on its hips, shouting: [Are you the one leading other animals to bully our child?]
It spoke with the demeanor of a fierce mother protecting her cub.
[You outsiders are even excluding us.]
[If it weren't for you humans abusing pesticides, causing our habitat to be lost, we wouldn't be migrating here in droves.]
